My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It was already evening when Rong Li came back from the police station. The last ray of sunset jumped out from the hydrangeas outside the window sill. Xiao Jinghe was busy in the kitchen, wearing Rong Li's black and blue plaid apron.

She stuck her head out and glanced at the entrance: "I'm back."

Rong Li turned on the light in the living room and walked to the kitchen: "What are you doing?"

"pasta."

Her cooking skills are average and she seldom cooks. She only knows some simple home-cooked dishes. She recently learned pasta from He Liangqing and wanted to cook it for him.

The water is still boiling in the pot and is about to boil.

Rong Li looked at the pile of unevenly thick tomatoes she had cut and rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it."

The man was far away from the kitchen, and he used it to feed the dogs.

Xiao Jinghe smiled, gave up his position, and helped him from the side. As a beginner in cooking, Rong Li was much more talented than her. At least, his potatoes were cut neatly.

"Has Jiang Pei confessed?"

Rong Li turned down the fire a little, put the noodles in, and replied: "Yes."

She boiled the water and washed the green vegetables, then asked, "Will I be sentenced to death?"

"meeting."

She stopped asking about the case, turned off the water, took off her apron, stood on tiptoes and put it around Rong Li's neck: "I'll go to work tomorrow."

She has been on leave for more than a month.

Rong Li put down the knife first: "Take a few more days off." He coaxed her, as if begging her, "Stay with me, okay?"

The last word has a lingering sound, like a feather, tickling other people's hearts, making it tingling and numb. I don’t know where he learned how to act like a spoiled child.

Xiao Jinghe lost his principles: "Okay, I'll go back to work next week."

Rong Li was satisfied, put the cut meat and vegetables on the plate, and asked her: "Would you like to eat steak?" He had been frying steak better and better recently.

"want."

Rong Li took the steak out of the refrigerator.

"Rong Li."

"Huh?" She liked the steak thinner, so he sliced ​​the steak in the middle.

Xiao Jinghe walked around behind him and tied the apron string for him: "When will I move back?"

Rong Li paused and turned around: "Why move back?" He frowned, obviously dissatisfied and unwilling.

"The murderer has been arrested, and my place is safe." It was because the place where she lived was unsafe that she moved in with him.

Rong Li turned off the faucet of the sink, dried his hands, and hugged her: "Isn't it good to live here?"

"Want to live together?"

She actually didn't think much about it, fearing that he would get tired of staying together like this every day.

Rong Li didn't answer, but asked: "Don't we already live together?"

Xiao Jinghe laughed: "I thought it was a temporary stay."

He didn't refute, and hugged her harder: "Is it okay to live together?"

She's still thinking about it.

He lowered his body and put his lips close to her ear: "Okay?" After coaxing him, he kissed her there repeatedly.

Xiao Jinghe's legs softened from his kiss, and he couldn't say no to him.

"good."

Rong Li was satisfied.

After dinner, Rong Zhouqing called.

"What happened to the Lin family, were you responsible for it?"

Lin Pingchuan's company had some problems. In the afternoon, someone from LH went over to discuss financing.

"Um."

Rong Li was making tea for his girlfriend and was distracted.

Rong Zhouqing usually rarely cares about Rong Li's business affairs, but this time it was about the Lin family, so he was a little more concerned: "Why are you meddling in other people's family affairs?"

It was originally just a matter in the shopping mall, but Rong Li was involved in Lin Pingchuan's personal affairs. It was too indifferent between public and private matters, and it was not like his style at all.

Rong Li explained concisely and to the point: "That stepdaughter of the Lin family, I don't want to see her again."

Rong Zhouqing was even more surprised: "Did she offend you?"

It's rare. Rong Li has a cold temperament and usually ignores the Lin family. Rong Zhouqing said back: "We have been neighbors for decades, don't go too far."

"She is too hostile to Ah He." Rong Li changed the water once, added more water and brewed it again. The scent of the tea was no longer so strong, it was light and light, just right.

At this point, Rong Zhouqing finally understood what was going on. No wonder Rong Li went to war. It turned out that he was standing up for his wife. Rong Zhouqing thought for a moment: "Then let's send him away." It would be better to get it done once and for all, lest the girl does anything again. What's on your mind.

After the business was finished, the phone was snatched away by Mr. Rong. The old man was old, somewhat deaf, and had a loud voice.

"Say it."

"You say."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed as soon as he came up. He coughed so hard that the earth shook, and he coughed up something that made him extremely ill.

Finally, after clearing his throat, the old man spoke: "I said, when will you bring your wife back to stay for a while?"

Don't wait for Rong Li's answer.

The old man began to sigh, and his tone was very sentimental: "As people get older, their health is not as good as before. Yesterday I drank two glasses of cold beer greedily, and today I feel that my lungs are not my own. Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

There was another heartbreaking coughing sound behind him.

The old man had no other hobbies, so he just drank too much. In the past few years, his blood pressure had become high, so he changed liquor to beer. He was not allowed to drink it, and no one could stop him.

"have you seen a doctor?"

The old man said as if he had seen through the world of mortals: "Don't look at it, it's the same old habit." After saying that, he started coughing again. After coughing, he continued to sigh about life, "People are getting old, eh, half of their feet are in the coffin, so we will miss each other when we see each other." .”

Rong Li understood the voice of the old man's words: "I will take Ahe back in two days."

The old man became happy: "Okay, okay."

hang up the phone.

"Zi Qing," the old man ordered his son, "go get me a bottle of cold beer."

Rong Zhouqing, who was thinking about how to coax the old man to the hospital, said: "..."

This nonsense old man.

"Aren't you coughing?" Rong Zhouqing sat still and did not go to get the wine.

Okay, the old man admitted: "I was just pretending."

"..."

Which show are you acting in?

The old man urged: "Go and get it for me!"

Rong Zhouqing remained unmoved: "The doctor said you can't drink alcohol."

"Beer doesn't count." The old man said confidently but with a little melancholy, "Aren't I depressed? The old Chu family has a second great-grandson, and our son said he didn't even get a wife."

Mr. Chu next door had a little great-grandson who weighed eight pounds and twenty taels this morning. The old man had been talking about it since the morning. He was both envious and jealous. No wonder he urged Rong Li to come back.

At this point, the old man became a little annoyed: "As a father, you don't know how to push. When you were this old, Rong Tang was already in elementary school."

Rong Zhouqing: "..."

He silently endured the old man's anger without speaking.

Hospital.

Han Qing came over at nine o'clock in the evening.

"The flight tickets have been booked, the day after tomorrow will be in the afternoon."

Han Qing had already told her on the phone that she wanted to go abroad and leave immediately.

Lin Yingchen was lying on the hospital bed, her mental state was very poor, her expression was pale and depressed, but her eyes were unyielding: "I'm not going anywhere."

Han Qing had expected her reaction and did not argue with her. He calmly stated: "Lin Pingchuan has signed a divorce agreement. He has left the house. The only condition is that we let us leave."

Lin Ying listened quietly.

Han Qing pulled up a chair and sat next to the hospital bed: "Lin Pingchuan's company had a problem. Rong Li negotiated terms with him, and both the Rong family and Mr. Lin acquiesced. If we don't leave, you know Rong Li better than I do, so you should Know what other methods he has."

Sending their mother and daughter abroad was not Lin Pingchuan's intention, but Rong Li's instruction.

"Mom," Lin Ying clutched the sheets and bit her pale lips until they turned red, "I won't give in."

Han Qing was silent for a long time.

"What's the use?" she said. "Let's go while we still have dignity."

On the day Lin Yingchen left, she met Rong Li at the door of the compound. She dragged her suitcase and walked past him. He pretended not to notice her, neither his eyes nor his steps stopped.

Or she turned around and said, "Just for a moment, can you just listen to what I have to say?"

He stood in the shadow of the green pine tree without raising his head. The sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms floated in the distance, carrying a faint fragrance.

She was holding the suitcase's lever in her hand, her palms sweating: "I'm leaving, and we probably won't see each other again in the future." She didn't know if he was listening, but she said to herself, "That's fine, no need." I’ll annoy you again.”

Rong Li still didn't say a word, his eyes showed no emotion, only the shadows of gray trees.

Her mother called her at the door, but she didn't answer and looked at Rong Li: "I thought a lot last night. In this life and in the previous life, I seem to owe a lot of debts, to my father and brother, to Liangzhou San From the Wan defenders." After a pause, "There is also Urna Jiaying Chen."

She has done a lot of things to scheme against people, and she also got a lot of blood.

"But the only thing I don't owe is you."

She stared at Rong Li with burning eyes and spoke loudly every word: "Rong Li, I don't owe you anything. On the contrary, you owe me a glass of Hexin wine."

Rong Li raised his eyes, and his pupils now had her reflection, mixed in the mottled shadows of the trees.

She is Linhela Huaqing.

When old friends met, his eyes became colder.

Lin Yingchen put down the box and took two steps forward: "Rong Li," every word was difficult to speak. She used her last strength and courage to ask, "If I had not been born in the Prime Minister's Mansion, if I was not Lin He Rash, will you hate me less?"

Lin Hera was in power, and from the very beginning, she and Rong Li were on opposite sides.

Rong Li finally spoke, and his words were so cold and unsound: "Then you can't enter Prince Li's palace, and I don't have to recognize you at all."

He really didn't leave her any thoughts at all, and he only chose the harshest words.

"If there is another life, I hope," her eyes turned red and she gritted her teeth to prevent tears from falling. Her voice was choked and trembling, "I hope I never meet you again."

After saying that, she turned around resolutely.

There were footsteps behind her, but Rong Li didn't stop for a second, running in the opposite direction to her.

She walked outside the compound, but Han Qing was still calling her, and he was impatient. She couldn't hear him, and her ears were buzzing. She squatted down, hugged her knees, and cried bitterly.

"Rong Li, you owe me a glass of wine, you owe me..."

He owed her a glass of wine, that glass of poisonous wine.

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If you love the wrong person, you will pity the hateful person. Regarding that glass of wine, it will be broken down in the next chapter.